Trough the Circle of Dawn
I shall lead my race
from which I was born
at the hallowed place.
Keepers of the Black Steel,
hiders of the Flame,
our time has come
to accomplish the claim.
Climbing at the Mountain,
reaching for the sun,
searching for the Temple
where it all begun.
Beholding at the cosmos,
Moon is so far.
YouÂ´re about to meet
the Reverend Bizarre.
Oh Lord have mercy!
All right now!
We ride like a patrol of angels within a gloomy black sky.
As the course of our path changes there is the fire where the butterflies die.
Dirty runes glorify grey stones, relics from the ancient times.
Earthly worms reaping my bones, raping flesh hiding these crimes.
Can I hear the singing of my lover or have I lost my sight?
From this sleep am I able to recover or is it mine, the never-ending night?.
Dance begins, wonÂ´t you join me.
Middle of the garden where dreams grow
nightly forests worship your beauty.
Deep inside winds wonÂ´t blow.
This is journey to better world
by the leaves of these flowers.
Sealed gates protecting this garden.
Keep on dancing for thousand hours.